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Friday, October 18, 2013

Why?

 Why?

When those you love pass away,
The sky above turns to grey,
You may only look up and say,

Oh My God, why?


Something I wrote about the loss of my grandfather when I was 18.
Posted by PickWick'sPence at 10:47 AM
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